Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Feng Ye was a ghost. He couldn't feel the cold. But looking back on this day, he felt the coldness of winter.

It was bone-chilling, even unbelievable.

Su Tang said, "The snowman is fake after all. When the sun comes out tomorrow, it will turn into water and eventually disappear. So, how about we ask Granny Meng for a bowl of soup and be reborn?"

When she said this, her eyes were shining like an innocent child who had finally found something fun.

But Feng Ye could feel something was leaving him, but his face was calm and expressionless. "Why would you suddenly think that?"

Su Tang said, "Life is a gamble. I found you first. I just want to see if you can find me if we start over."

Feng Ye wanted to refuse, but what he finally said was, "Okay, I will find you."

Life was indeed a gamble, but for him, the little girl was a sure win.

On the Naihe Bridge, in front of the Mengpo Soup, Su Tang looked at the dazzling young man beside her. "My husband, I'll wait for you to find me." After saying that, she drank it all, and the bowl shattered.

He said, "Okay."

"Ding, the blackening value has decreased by 100%, and the world points have been successfully unfrozen."

Feng Ye in this life seemed to be making up for his previous life. His parents were harmonious, his family was wealthy, he was a top student in the eyes of his classmates when he was studying, and he was an elite in the eyes of his colleagues when he was working. His life was smooth sailing, and he could be called a winner in life.

The only downside was that he never married and died alone.

For the past seventy years, he seemed to be living in the human world, but he always had the illusion of being out of it. He seemed to have lost some important treasure. Whenever he thought about it, he would wake up from his dream, his heart aching so much that he couldn't sleep.

He searched everywhere, traveled all over the world, but in the end, he found nothing. It was not until the moment of his death, when overwhelming memories came flooding back, that he finally understood what he had lost.

He had lost everything.

Su Tang was all he had.

He ran back to the underworld like crazy, completely losing his usual indifference and calmness. The King of Hell seemed to have expected this and sighed, revealing the truth.

"The day you drank the Mengpo Soup and reincarnated, Miss Su died in battle." The King of Hell looked at him. They had known each other for so long, and they had some friendship after all. Now, looking at the ghost king's trance, it was as if all his energy had been drained, and his eyes were so empty that it made people feel sorry for him. "Miss Su must have sensed it, that's why she hid it from you and tricked you into drinking the Mengpo Soup. You, my condolences."

She died in battle, her body and soul destroyed.

In this vast world, she would cease to exist.

Feng Ye's hands trembled slightly, his voice hoarse and dry, but his blood-red eyes roared in pain, "I don't believe it!"

He was like a trapped beast, so desperate that he could only hurt himself in the end, covered in wounds.

However, no one felt sorry for him anymore.

After this day, everyone said that the Ghost King had gone mad. He went to all the places he had been with Su Tang alone. Wherever he went, he would destroy that place. In the end, he came to the Zhong family.

Seventy years had passed, and the acquaintances of the Zhong family had long been buried in the ground.

He pushed open the courtyard door and looked at the trees that had not grown an inch. The flowers planted at the door were still delicate and beautiful, and even the red and white lanterns hanging on the door were the same as before.

He opened the bedroom and looked at the wedding dress hanging on one side. The clothes were brand new. Memories surfaced. The pretty girl in the exquisite embroidered wedding dress, her every frown and smile, could not be erased. He walked over, his bony fingers just touched the clothes, a drop of cold liquid fell down.

He was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and touched his face, only to find that he did not know when, tears were streaming down his face.

"I miss you a little, little liar." His voice was gentle, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but his eyes were already blood-red.

He took off the wedding dress that belonged to him, put it on, and then walked back to the yard.

Under the night, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and a girl in a embroidered wedding dress walked over, a familiar face, a familiar voice.

"Feng Ye."

Feng Ye was a little dazed. For a moment, he thought he had returned to the past, but when he looked up and saw the waning moon, the smile on his face faded, and only killing intent remained in his eyes as he stared at the girl in front of him.

"Feng Ye." The girl seemed a little nervous, her hands clutching the red wedding dress on her body. At first glance, the two of them looked quite compatible, but Feng Ye pinched her neck without mercy.

"Zhong Ning."

When the witch tribe was destroyed, only Zhong Ning remained.

It was not that she was important, but that he had completely forgotten about her.

But now, this damn stupid woman dared to impersonate her!

Was she worthy?

Zhong Ning had difficulty breathing, but she still spoke to her death, "Feng Ye, I heard that she is dead, I can too, obviously the one who had a ghost marriage with you was me! Look, I have carefully maintained the flowers and trees in this courtyard for eighty years, just like before, look back at me!"

The awe-inspiring murderous aura made her whole body ache, but she didn't want to give up. It was clear that she was the one who used her body to fall in love with him, so why couldn't she do it after she changed?

"You are not worthy." After saying that, the hand holding her neck suddenly exerted force, and Zhong Ning was wiped out.

After dealing with Zhong Ning, Feng Ye slowly raised his head. He looked at the waning moon in the sky and suddenly gave a sarcastic smile.

Where was it like before? The bright moon in the sky was very different.

He clearly remembered how beautiful the little girl was when the moon was full and the flowers were in bloom, and the moonlight was pouring down.

It was a cold night, but the turmoil in Feng Ye's body could no longer be suppressed. This small courtyard of the Zhong family was his last memory with Su Tang. After destroying this place, there would be no more memories of the two of them in this world.

But how could this be enough!

This world, without her, what was the use of keeping it!

In an instant, black mist swelled around him, and the sudden rise of power struck like a storm, and in the end, even the earth trembled slightly.

However, this was not enough, he blew himself up like crazy, it was earth-shattering, and in the end, even the sky was about to be overturned.

This scene stunned everyone. When they realized the Ghost King's thoughts and wanted to resist, the terrifying power disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In another world, Su Tang had finally completed all her tasks and was making her final confession to the system when suddenly, the sky seemed to tear open, dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

The people around were agitated, and some even joked, "Which fellow Daoist is going through tribulation here!"

Everyone laughed and didn't take it seriously, but Su Tang smelled something wrong.

That's not right, this was her retirement world, there were no scary monsters, this posture, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a big shot was born!

"Dog, what's going on?"

The system took a breath, Su Tang's back was facing someone, naturally she couldn't see behind her, a man in a red wedding dress appeared, abstinent and evil, but the gaze that looked at her revealed a bit of abnormal blood.

The system was stunned, there was no camaraderie at all, and just wanted to slip away.

"I, I'll go first, bye!"

This unpromising look made Su Tang laugh angrily, and then, she heard a chuckle in her ear.

"Found you."

The voice was extremely pleasant to hear, as if it was laced with honey, sweet enough to make one's whole body numb, but it sent chills down one's spine.

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